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“What was I thinking?” you ask yourself. You’ve excused yourself to use the ladies room at the “Art Cinema,” whatever that is. You never go out on dates with guys that you don’t know well. Or at least you meet for coffee before going off to someplace you don’t even know. But there was something about this guy. It wasn’t just his good looks or his tall athletic build. It was something about the way he carried himself. A slow fluidity, a smoothness, a confidence. Like he knew just where he was going all the time. Like a river that’s swollen from a recent rain.
So you hadn’t said “No,” or asked what this Art Cinema was all about because you wanted to seem like you knew. You wanted to be like that swollen river, you wanted to flow with confidence. The lobby area had seemed decent enough. Gold and plush velvet, like a gilded age theatre. Were they going to the opera? No, he’d expect us to be better dressed. Is it an art gallery? No, there had been no big windows to invite the public to see what avante garde work was being shown for them to want. Probably a foreign film. “I’m going to have to read subtitles, and then pretend to understand the deep meaning,” you think to yourself as you leave the ladies room and head up the stairs to the balcony where he said he’d be getting you a seat.
It was dark like a theatre, but your eyes adjusted to it as you climbed the stairs. As your head gets to the level of the floor you’re headed to, you can make out a raw of seats along the wall to your right, with more in front of them, facing what must be a movie screen. “The back row,” you think as you near the top. And sure enough, there’s a couple in the back row, making out. But it’s just a little strange. Your eyes are still adjusting, but it looks like they’re not merely teenagers stealing a moment in the back row. They are really making out. His hands are clearly cupping and squeezing her breast, and she is stroking the front of his pants. You think to yourself, “They’re certainly enjoying their date!” You reach the top of the stairs and turn toward the balcony to find your date. And there’s the screen, the movie has already started! And what’s going on up there? This is no foreign film! There is a young blond woman sucking on a police officer’s cock! The officer has a handful of her hair and is pushing her head down onto him, to take more of his huge, thick cock into her throat. You almost let out a little scream as you realize what’s going on. You’ve seen a little porn before, but never on the big screen, so huge in front of you. It sucks you in because it’s so big and bold. It’s hard to take your eyes off of the screen. It’s not a stolen secret moment with a small laptop screen. This is big and bold and out there for the whole world.
You hesitate. What do I do? “Okay, okay, I’m leaving. I need to find that tall athletic river and tell him I’m leaving.” You tear your attention away from the huge blow job to scan the balcony audience. In the dim light coming from the screen, you can make out that it’s pretty sparse, a couple here and a couple there. It looks like your single guy is just a few rows ahead of you in the seats on the right. You duck down in that movie theatre walk and sit down next to him and start to tell him you’re leaving, when you notice that he has no pants on, but is instead stroking a rock hard penis. He is shaved completely and the head of his penis is a bulging mushroom head. Before you can recover, he has taken your hand and wrapped it in his, around his stiff shaft, and you’re stroking him. “Wow” is all you can think. You can’t believe this is happening, and it cuts across everything in your mind. But it’s also compelling to your body. Your body is being sucked in, like the police officer, and it’s hard not to stroke this guy’s hard member. You feel his hand going to the back of your head, like the officer’s on the screen. You turn to tell him “Oh no you don’t mister…” and get a look at him. He’s not your date.
You pull away and stand up to look for him. There is a couple a few aisles away. She is completely naked and leaning back in her seat. Her date is on his knees in front of her, licking her cunt. He’s back naked as well. She has her head thrown back over the seat and is looking at you, cupping each of her breasts and pinching her erect nipples. She wags her tongue out at you, inviting you to move into the row behind them and sit down on her tongue. She’ll do to you, what her man is doing to her. You look away quickly, like from a bad image, but you notice at the same time that you’re very wet. You’re not quite dripping yet, sopping your panties, but you will be soon.
You scan again for your date, and catch a woman backwards on her seat. A guy positioned behind her is clearly pumping her hard. Long forceful strokes in and out of her. Meanwhile, a guy is in the row behind them and she is stroking his long slim cock, jacking him off,while she is sucking on his balls. Taking one into her mouth and a time and sucking and tonguing them.
One woman is alone, in a seat down an aisle, watching the whole balcony. She’s taking in all the action. She has her skirt pulled up and her legs spread wide apart, so that everyone can see her fucking herself with a big black vibrator. She is plunging it deep inside her, while she is flicking her clitoris with her other hand. She makes eye contact with you and holds your gaze. She is loving being watched, and starts to roll her eyes back in her head with an orgasm as you pull your eyes back to the room.
There he is, in the front of the balcony, watching the screen. He’s moving rhythmically, ever so slightly. Is he jerking off up there? You move toward him, but to get to him, you have to squeeze by a couple that are masturbating each other, while watching the screen. You have to turn sideways, and knock your knees with theirs. You mutter “Excuse me,” out of habit, but realize the irony. As you are squeezing by, you see her pull down hard on his cock, making his head bulge toward you. You see it red and swollen, glistening a little pre-cum. She says to him, “cum for her, darling,” and he groans and shoots a long rope of white hot cum, then another and another as she pumps him up and down.
You finally get to your date and you’re positively dripping your juice down your leg. You feel like the swollen river is washing over you. You’re being dragged down stream in it’s torrent. You can hear your blood pulse like the rising floodwaters. You turn to him to say that you’re going, but what comes out is “I’m cumming….”
So you hadn’t said “No,” or asked what this Art Cinema was all about because you wanted to seem like you knew. You wanted to be like that swollen river, you wanted to flow with confidence. The lobby area had seemed decent enough. Gold and plush velvet, like a gilded age theatre. Were they going to the opera? No, he’d expect us to be better dressed. Is it an art gallery? No, there had been no big windows to invite the public to see what avante garde work was being shown for them to want. Probably a foreign film. “I’m going to have to read subtitles, and then pretend to understand the deep meaning,” you think to yourself as you leave the ladies room and head up the stairs to the balcony where he said he’d be getting you a seat.
It was dark like a theatre, but your eyes adjusted to it as you climbed the stairs. As your head gets to the level of the floor you’re headed to, you can make out a raw of seats along the wall to your right, with more in front of them, facing what must be a movie screen. “The back row,” you think as you near the top. And sure enough, there’s a couple in the back row, making out. But it’s just a little strange. Your eyes are still adjusting, but it looks like they’re not merely teenagers stealing a moment in the back row. They are really making out. His hands are clearly cupping and squeezing her breast, and she is stroking the front of his pants. You think to yourself, “They’re certainly enjoying their date!” You reach the top of the stairs and turn toward the balcony to find your date. And there’s the screen, the movie has already started! And what’s going on up there? This is no foreign film! There is a young blond woman sucking on a police officer’s cock! The officer has a handful of her hair and is pushing her head down onto him, to take more of his huge, thick cock into her throat. You almost let out a little scream as you realize what’s going on. You’ve seen a little porn before, but never on the big screen, so huge in front of you. It sucks you in because it’s so big and bold. It’s hard to take your eyes off of the screen. It’s not a stolen secret moment with a small laptop screen. This is big and bold and out there for the whole world.
You hesitate. What do I do? “Okay, okay, I’m leaving. I need to find that tall athletic river and tell him I’m leaving.” You tear your attention away from the huge blow job to scan the balcony audience. In the dim light coming from the screen, you can make out that it’s pretty sparse, a couple here and a couple there. It looks like your single guy is just a few rows ahead of you in the seats on the right. You duck down in that movie theatre walk and sit down next to him and start to tell him you’re leaving, when you notice that he has no pants on, but is instead stroking a rock hard penis. He is shaved completely and the head of his penis is a bulging mushroom head. Before you can recover, he has taken your hand and wrapped it in his, around his stiff shaft, and you’re stroking him. “Wow” is all you can think. You can’t believe this is happening, and it cuts across everything in your mind. But it’s also compelling to your body. Your body is being sucked in, like the police officer, and it’s hard not to stroke this guy’s hard member. You feel his hand going to the back of your head, like the officer’s on the screen. You turn to tell him “Oh no you don’t mister…” and get a look at him. He’s not your date.
You pull away and stand up to look for him. There is a couple a few aisles away. She is completely naked and leaning back in her seat. Her date is on his knees in front of her, licking her cunt. He’s back naked as well. She has her head thrown back over the seat and is looking at you, cupping each of her breasts and pinching her erect nipples. She wags her tongue out at you, inviting you to move into the row behind them and sit down on her tongue. She’ll do to you, what her man is doing to her. You look away quickly, like from a bad image, but you notice at the same time that you’re very wet. You’re not quite dripping yet, sopping your panties, but you will be soon.
You scan again for your date, and catch a woman backwards on her seat. A guy positioned behind her is clearly pumping her hard. Long forceful strokes in and out of her. Meanwhile, a guy is in the row behind them and she is stroking his long slim cock, jacking him off,while she is sucking on his balls. Taking one into her mouth and a time and sucking and tonguing them.
One woman is alone, in a seat down an aisle, watching the whole balcony. She’s taking in all the action. She has her skirt pulled up and her legs spread wide apart, so that everyone can see her fucking herself with a big black vibrator. She is plunging it deep inside her, while she is flicking her clitoris with her other hand. She makes eye contact with you and holds your gaze. She is loving being watched, and starts to roll her eyes back in her head with an orgasm as you pull your eyes back to the room.
There he is, in the front of the balcony, watching the screen. He’s moving rhythmically, ever so slightly. Is he jerking off up there? You move toward him, but to get to him, you have to squeeze by a couple that are masturbating each other, while watching the screen. You have to turn sideways, and knock your knees with theirs. You mutter “Excuse me,” out of habit, but realize the irony. As you are squeezing by, you see her pull down hard on his cock, making his head bulge toward you. You see it red and swollen, glistening a little pre-cum. She says to him, “cum for her, darling,” and he groans and shoots a long rope of white hot cum, then another and another as she pumps him up and down.
You finally get to your date and you’re positively dripping your juice down your leg. You feel like the swollen river is washing over you. You’re being dragged down stream in it’s torrent. You can hear your blood pulse like the rising floodwaters. You turn to him to say that you’re going, but what comes out is “I’m cumming….”
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